Lu Jianguo felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, "Jinfeng, I'm sorry for making you feel wronged! It's all my fault. I shouldn't have agreed to go to Xia Weidong's house for dinner."

He never expected that Miao Hong would secretly instigate his own child.

"How can you be blamed for this? You're not wrong, and neither are we! It's Miao Hong who has forgotten her roots."

The people in the production team below worked very hard, day and night.

Pork, pork, you can't get more than a few bites.

Rapeseed oil, there is not much rapeseed oil.

But they raised a strange thing called Miao Hong.

But there is no point in getting angry with such a person.

She taught her son bad things, and she will be the one who suffers in the future.

"You're right, it was Miao Hong who forgot her roots." Lu Jianguo said.

"Brother Jianguo, what happened today has reminded me that when we have children in the future, we must teach them to distinguish right from wrong."

Children's education is really, really important.

Especially in this era, every family has seven or eight children.

If you are not careful, you may end up raising your child in a wrong way.

Not only does it harm others and yourself, but you also suffer the pain of ten months of pregnancy in vain.

Li Jinfeng secretly vowed that she would not have too many children and that they must be within her capacity!

And each one must be a high quality product!

"I believe our children will be well educated," said Lu Jianguo.

Li Jinfeng moved the stove from the public kitchen to the living room.

First, I used the water in the bucket at home to wash the lamb legs, cut some lamb meat from the lamb legs, put it in an iron pot, poured water to stew it, and when the water boiled, skimmed off the foam.

Add white wine and ginger slices.

Originally, cooking wine should have been added, but Li Jinfeng couldn't be so high-profile in front of Lu Jianguo.

After stewing the mutton soup, Li Jinfeng began to knead the dough and make steamed buns.

Li Jinfeng carried out the entire cooking process under Lu Jianguo's nose. Lu Jianguo watched with a smile on his face that never stopped.

While cooking the mutton soup, I kneaded the dough.

The sky darkened unknowingly.

When the soup was almost done, Li Jinfeng took the dough and a bundle of firewood that had not been used up from last time, went to the big stove in the kitchen, and started making steamed buns.

Lu Jianguo stayed by her side, occasionally adding a handful of firewood to her pile.

Li Jinfeng made eight steamed buns and put them in clean bowls. She washed the big iron pot thoroughly and took the remaining firewood back home and placed it under the eaves of her house.

There were eight steamed buns, four of which were sent to Feng Dachun. I had previously thought about going to Xia Weidong's house for dinner, but I might not be able to cook, so I couldn't send anything over for Xiaonian.

Now that I cook for myself, I must consider Feng Dachun's family.

Li Jinfeng scooped two more bowls of mutton soup, and together with Lu Jianguo, braved the cold wind and walked cautiously towards Feng Dachun's house.

The courtyard was not small and it took several minutes to walk there. In addition, the road was slippery due to the snow, so it took Li Jinfeng and Lu Jianguo more than ten minutes to walk a few minutes.

"Sister-in-law..." Li Jinfeng knocked on Feng Dachun's door.

Feng Dachun and several children were not asleep at this time.

Hearing Li Jinfeng's voice, she immediately came to open the door.

"Sister Jinfeng, why... are you here? It's so late and it's snowing outside." Feng Dachun said anxiously.

As she spoke, she didn't dare invite anyone in because she remembered what Li Jinfeng said, that chickenpox was contagious.

She absolutely cannot harm others.